I want to dream forever.
break down the fickle walls and
release reality from its prison of conceptuality
I want everything which you want.
I want what i want
the small things watch me
their words are always laughing at my hesitation
in turn, i watch them
and aren’t you cold from all the heat you release
curling into tendrils in the shape of sanctity
confusing the gods who’d have preferred love
this is the way of things
this is the way of the world
this is the way of us.
to decipher me is akin to a science.